tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287304530510876473.post1542948151510032039..comments2024-03-23T22:43:32.534-04:00Comments on MY TSE LIFE: YOU CAN'T SPELL REUNION....WITHOUT 'U' PART ONEMY TSE LIFEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06542116894428186291noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287304530510876473.post-46023972390850430012008-04-25T12:07:00.000-04:002008-04-25T12:07:00.000-04:00Hi Jim! Legally (per CIBC legals), Im not suppose...Hi Jim! Legally (per CIBC legals), Im not supposed to post anything on the blog with my name attached....so I'll post it to your blog...please don't post it to the archive.<BR/>I know we didn't get to know each other much in the time that I joined the madness and you left....but it would have been nice if I'd gotten the chance to say hello. It was hard to get around to everyone I wanted to see without keeping greetings and conversations short. I can't tell you how many times I was in the process of saying hi to one person, then notice someone over their shoulder I wanted to get to next...only to find that they'd moved on by the time I was done. <BR/>I'll say this, don't be the least bit offended by Carm, none of us has seen her for 10 or 15 years (who’s couting)...she fell off the face of the earth, even to those of us who had gotten quite close to her...Anna Carlucci included. She was a little side-kick to my dad and so I got to be pretty close with her too. I had been working the Christmas parties with her when I was too old to sit on Santa's knee but hadn't yet started on the floor. Wednesday night was the 1st time any of us had seen her years and years and we all got the same reaction...dead fish-like. It wasn't just you, I promise!<BR/><BR/>What a night huh? Looking forward to the next one already. It's sad to think of some of the guys that may not make it to the next one. I had as much fun chatting with my dad's generation of buddies as much as my own generation. I grew up with those guys. It was the coolest thing to have known so many people from the floor before I even started down there. I felt like a known star when I started because everyone already knew me. Working side by side with guys who had picked me up as a child was the best way to grow up. It didn’t hurt that my dad was who he was….people tended not to mess with me much out of fear. Although, many of them did soon come to realize that I can be my father’s daughter when I need to be and could hold my own quite well.<BR/><BR/>Next time we’re in the same room and I haven’t made my way by to say, throw something at me or something to get my attention. I was really pretty overwhelmed for the better part of the night to be honest. It’s a double buzz for me because I can’t help but wonder how much my dad would love to be at these parties….and the guys telling me that they still miss him….things like that tend to top off my own tide of emotions. I’m seeing pictured on the archive already of people I didn’t even know were there. And, my mom is quite ill so I wasn’t able to stay at Casey’s for longer than a coffee before I had to leave so I’m sure I missed a lot of folks there too…..so I’m counting on a next time!!<BR/><BR/>Take it easy Jim!<BR/>TA :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com